Llewellyn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I In the Porch	A
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MORGAN and a MONK	B
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MORGAN	C
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The tale is pitiful 'Twas on this wise	D
Llewellyn went at morn among the hills	E
To hunt as is his use My lady too	F
With all her maidens early sallied forth	G
A pilgrimage among the neighbouring vales	H
Culling of simples nor yet comes she home	I
And so the child lay sleeping in his crib	J
With Gelert you remember the old hound	K
He pull'd the stag of ten down by the Holy Well	L
With Gelert set to watch him like a nurse	M
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MONK	B
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The dog alone nay friend but that is strange	N
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MORGAN	C
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Strange Not a whit for fifty times before	O
The hound hath kept him like his own bred whelp	P
And ne'er a one could touch him but the child	Q
Play'd with his shaggy ears and great rough coat	R
As no grown man had dared	S
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MONK	B
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I know there is	T
A strange nobility in dogs to bear	U
The utmost sport of children that would seize	V
Man by the throat e'en for a finger touch	W
But to your tale	X
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MORGAN	C
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Well suddenly at noon	Y
Llewellyn baffled of his game hied back	Z
Striding right grimly in his discontent	A2
And whistling oft his spear upon the ground	K
Slaying the visions of his fretful dreams	B2
And presently he thought him of his child	Q
So with its winsome ways to wile the time	C2
He went unto the chamber where it lay	D2
Watch'd o'er by Gelert as his custom was	E2
But there alack or that the child had crost	Q
The savage humour of the beast or that	Q
Some sudden madness had embolden'd it	Q
He saw the child lie bloody mid the sheets	F2
Slain by the hound as it would seem for there	U
Lay Gelert lapping from his chaps the blood	Q
That hung in gouts from every grisly curl	G2
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MONK	B
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O Heaven the woful deed What did your lord	Q
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MORGAN	C
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You know the hasty humour of the man	H2
That brooks no let betwixt him and his mood	Q
He slew the old hound with his heavy spear	I2
That almost licking of his feet fell dead	Q
For Gelert loved him well and crouching took	J2
Without a cry the blow that struck his heart	Q
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MONK	B
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This is a sorry day for all the house they say	D2
Llewellyn had his soul set on the child	Q
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MORGAN	C
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His soul Ay marry many a time and oft	Q
I've seen the man's great heart stare from his eyes	D
Just like a girl's out at the crowing boy	K2
And yesterday it was he perch'd him fair	U
Upon his broad rough shoulder like a lamb	L2
Laid on the topmost reaches of a hill	M2
And so he bore him all his face a glow	N2
When heralds came with war notes from the king	O2
At which he turn'd him soft the startled babe	P2
Still set astride and looking fondly up	P
Said he See here's the only lord that sets	Q2
His foot upon my shoulder The man's heart	Q
Scarce beats I warrant now the child is dead	Q
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MONK	B
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And hath he master'd aught his sorrow now	R2
Or still rides passion curbless through his soul	S2
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MORGAN	C
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Ah there good Father lies the chiefest woe	N2
For in the slaying of the hound his rage	T2
Quite spent its force and now I fear me much	W
His mind bath lost its olden empery	U
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MONK	B
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Nay Death smites passion still upon the mouth	U2
And its grim shade is silence 'Tis no sign	V2
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MORGAN	C
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But in this one act all his fury pass'd	Q
And turning softly from the dead child there	U
Suffering none to touch it where it lay	D2
He sat him down in awful calmness nigh	W2
And gazed forth blankly like a sculptured face	X2
And when we fain would pass to take the child	Q
A strange wild voice still warns us back again	Y2
Hush for the boy is sleeping It would seem	Z2
He will not think that Death hath struck the babe	P2
But blinds his willing soul and deems it sleep	P
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MONK	B
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A longer sleep whose waking is not here	U
Poor soul that catching at the skirts of Truth	A3
Muffleth his eyes that he may see her not	Q
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MORGAN	C
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Good Father go thou to him for this doubt	Q
That lays its stony spell upon his heart	Q
Is sadder far than tears	B3
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MONK	B
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It is mine office	C3
Still to bear balm unto the bleeding heart	Q
Then lead on friend and let us trust in Heaven	C
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They pass in	D3
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II In the Chamber	U
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LLEWELLYN and MONK	B
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MONK	B
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Benedicite my son	C
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LLEWELLYN	D3
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Hush speak low	N2
The child is sleeping	O2
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MONK	B
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Ay we should speak low	N2
Where Death is though no sound can ever wake	E3
Those whom he cradles in his bony arms	F3
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LLEWELLYN	D3
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Who speaks of Death in presence of a child	Q
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MONK	B
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Alas my son the bud though ne'er so close	G3
It fold the fragrant treasure of its youth	A3
Is by the nip of Winter shorn betimes	G3
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LLEWELLYN	D3
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Though Death should grimly stalk into the house	G3
And stand beside the slumber of a child	Q
Think you that gazing on its mimic self	H3
Sleep beautiful and wondrous in the crib	J
His owlish thoughts would not wing suddenly	I3
Through cycles of decay back to the time	C2
When he was one with Sleep and passing fair	U
Think you he would not sigh Sleep on sleep on	J3
Thou copy and thou counterfeit of me	I3
And teach the world that I was beautiful	K3
The child is sleeping	O2
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MONK	B
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O my son my son	C
These are delusions that but wrong the soul	S2
And keep the aching thoughts from peace and Heaven	C
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LLEWELLYN	D3
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Why Father if Death woke him as he lay	D2
The lad would look up at him with a smile	L3
And twist his little limbs in childish sport	Q
Until the angel surfeited with fear	U
Would love and spare the thing that fear'd him not	Q
No man could see his pretty ways and frown	M3
And he was full of little childish tricks	G3
That won the very heart out of a man	H2
In spite of him There's Beowolf the Curst	Q
With ne'er a gentle word for man or child	Q
But cold and crusty as a northern hill	M2
Why this day sen'night did my master there	U
Crawl up his knees without a Yea or Nay	D2
And toy'd him with his sword hilt merrily	I3
Till the rough man caught with his gamesome arts	G3
Swore that he had the making of a man	H2
And for the maids there's none but has a word	Q
Or kiss to bandy with the gainsome lad	Q
Ay when he wakes you'll see how he will crow	N2
And fill the place with laughter he's no girl	G2
Puking and mewling evermore not he	I3
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MONK	B
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Good lack my son your heart is too much set	Q
Upon the child to bow before Heav'n's will	M2
That turns your soul back to itself with stripes	G3
Oh know you not Sir that the child is dead	Q
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LLEWELLYN	D3
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You all have conn'd the same wise tale by rote	Q
The child is sleeping hush and wake him not	Q
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MONK	B
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Nay doth your mind not stumble on the truth	A3
Here by this old hound lying at your feet	Q
With all his clotted blood in crimson pools	G3
Curdling among the rushes on the floor	U
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LLEWELLYN	D3
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The hound the hound Poor Gelert well a day	D2
It was ill done of me a wicked stroke	N3
A wicked stroke and the boy too asleep	P
And now I mind me how he loved the dog	O3
How many an hour he sported in the sun	C
Twining his grisly neck with summer buds	G3
And how the dog was patient with the boy	K2
Yielding him gently to his little arms	G3
There was a lion's heart in the old hound	Q
The deed's accursed accursed the child will wake	E3
And call for Gelert with his merry voice	G3
And when the dog no more comes stalking nigh	W2
With great mild head to meet the outstretch'd hands	G3
The child will sob his heart out for his friend	Q
For Sir his nature is right full of love	P3
And generous affections never slack	Z
To let his soul have space and mastery	I3
A wicked stroke	N3
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MONK	B
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Ah would his voice could sound	Q
Ever again among your silent halls	G3
But the sweet treble never more shall ring	O2
Across the chambers to your wistful ear	U
Then hear it now come floating down from heav'n	C
Calling your lone and bleeding heart to God	Q
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LLEWELLYN	C
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His voice was very sweet a silvery stream	Z2
Of music rippling softly through my life	Q3
And ne'er to hear his little prattling tongue	R3
Stumbling upon the threshold steps of speech	S3
Catching quaint sounds and fragments of discourse	G3
And setting them to childish uses straight	Q
I've sat and heard him by the hour you'd wonder	U
To hear his little saws and sentences	G3
And now to think I'll hear him never more	U
Alack alack but no it is not true	U
The child is sleeping Ay it must be so	N2
What know you Father of an infant's sleep	P
You in your stony cell 'mid shaven friars	G3
All crowding down the nether side of life	Q3
Hearing no sweeter voice than matin bells	G3
No speech but grace in cold refectories	G3
Ay thence it is Oh fool that I should doubt	Q
'Tis so 'tis so I knew that I should pluck	T3
The cowl from your delusion Is't not so	G3
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MONK	B
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Oh son your woful faith moves all my heart	Q
'Tis pitiful but see you not the blood	Q
That hotly streaks your sleeping lily there	U
See how it laces all his garments o'er	U
And signs the grievous sentence of your joy	K2
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LLEWELLYN	C
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Blood blood nay how is this I very like	U3
The sun shines redly on him I have seen	C
The sky look ruddy as with all the blood	Q
Of battle fields where no man cried for grace	G3
Blood look Sir look again I something clouds	G3
Mine eyes to day I see more thick than wont	Q
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MONK	B
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Nay lean on me Come look upon your child	Q
And Heav'n in ruth will smite your drouthy heart	Q
And send the balm of tears about your soul	S2
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III In the heart of the Child	Q
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There is a little dove that sits	G3
Between the arches all alone	C
Cut and carved in old grey stone	C
And a spider o'er it flits	G3
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Round and round his web is spun	C
With the still bird looking through	U
From among the beads of dew	U
Set in glories of the sun	C
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So the bird looks out at morn	C
At the larks that mount the sky	W2
And it gazes still and shy	W2
At the new moon's scanty horn	C
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And the owls that fly by night	Q
Mock it from the ivied tower	U
Hooting at the midnight hour	U
Down upon it from the height	Q
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But the little dove sits on	C
Calm between the arches there	U
In the holy morning air	U
When the owls with night are gone	C
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Then the bells for matins ring	O2
And the grey friars past it go	G3
Into church in double row	G3
And it hears the chaunts they sing	O2
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And the incense stealing out	Q
Through the chinks and through the seams	G3
Floats among the dusty beams	G3
And wreathes all the bird about	Q
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All the children as they pass	G3
Turn to see the bird of stone	C
'Twixt the arches all alone	C
Wading to it through the grass	G3
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Is the spider's pretty net	Q
Hung across the arches there	U
But a frail and foolish snare	U
For the little stone bird set	Q
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If the place should e'er decay	D2
And the tower be crumbled down	C
And the arches overthrown	C
Would the dove then fly away	D2
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So that seeking it around	Q
All some golden summer day	D2
'Mid the ruins as they lay	D2
It should never more be found	Q
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IV In the Chamber	U
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LLEWELLYN and MONK	B
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LLEWELLYN	C
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My little one my joy my hope dead dead	Q
I did not think to see this sorry sight	Q
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MONK	B
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Holy St David is this death or sleep	P
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LLEWELLYN	C
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Nay Father that is past I am a man	C
Once more and look at Sorrow in the eyes	G3
Let Truth e'en smite me with her two edged blade	Q
But smite me like a warrior face to face	G3
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MONK	B
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I stand all in amaze or do I dream	Z2
Or see I now the motion of a breath	V3
Ruffling the pouting lips that stand ajar	U
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LLEWELLYN	C
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Oh Father mock me not I know that Death	V3
Sits lightly on him as a dreamless sleep	P
So dear a bud can never lose its sweets	G3
Oh foolish heart I thought to see him grow	G3
In strength and beauty like a sapling oak	N3
Spreading his stalwart shoots about the sky	W2
Till when old age set burdens on my back	Z
In every bough my trembling hands should find	Q
A staff to prop me onward to the grave	W3
And now my heart is shaken somewhat sorely	I3
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MONK	B
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Sir This is wondrous let me take the child	Q
For sure mine eyes do cheat me or he lives	G3
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LLEWELLYN	C
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Father this is not well to mock me so	G3
My heart is sated with the draught of Hope	P
And loathing turns from the delusive cup	P
Nay touch him not 'tis well that he should lie	W2
Calm and unquestion'd on the breast of Heav'n	C
Yet once again my lips must flutter his	G3
He may not be so distant but that Love	P3
May send its greeting flying on his track	Z
The lips are warm my God he lives he lives	G3
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Takes the child who awakes in his arms	G3
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MONK	B
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Faith This is stranger than a gossip's tale	X
My son the wonderment o'ermasters you	U
Nay look not thus let Nature have her way	D2
Give words to joy and be your thanks first paid	Q
To Heav'n that sends you thus your child again	C
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LLEWELLYN	C
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The joy was almost more than man might bear	U
And still my thoughts are lost in wild amaze	G3
The child unhurt this blood the hound in troth	X3
The riddle passes my poor wits	G3
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MONK	B
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Let's search	Y3
The chamber well Heav'n shield us what is this	G3
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LLEWELLYN	C
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A wolf and dead Ah now I see it clear	U
The hound kept worthy watch and in my haste	Q
I slew the saviour of my house and joy	K2
Poor Gelert thou shalt have such recompense	G3
As man may pay unto the dead Thy name	Z3
Henceforth shall stand for Faithfulness and men	C
For evermore shall speak thine epitaph	A4

Walter R. Cassels

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